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My name is Tie'sha Sadie, but
you may call me Tie. I am a
multi-disciplinary creative
currently raging and roaring
in the experience-o-sphere
that is New York.


Design. LGBTQI. Art. Magic.
Self-Care. Community. Soul.
Melanin. Philanthropy. Love.
Advocacy. Self-Care. Light.
Intimacy. Healing. Vision.
No Holds Barred.

A Love Story
8.2.12 at 19:15.


We spoke on the phone at around 11pm
She was sad, no, she was depressed
My glowing ray of positive light was not herself
She spoke of herself with negative reference
"I'm not good enough this" and " I don't deserve that"
Although I cursed her out for the bullshit
Then reassured her of her overwhelming worth
When she hung up the phone, I could hear the hurt lingering in her voice
I was mad with myself for not being by her side that night
I knew that all she needed was someone to hold her close
I started to write her a poem but the words began to drown in cliche
I needed to ease her in a way that no touch nor word could achieve

4am and I sat eyes blurred, trying to translate that feeling into art.
I painted a painting but in the end it didn't provoke the reassurance I was seeking
Finally I opened up Photoshop:

For her I made this:

 
I named it "Fuckin' Perfect"
Then I passed out from exhaustion
After all I had to be up for work in 2 hours.
The day went on and around my lunch break, I went to check my mail

The subject read: "You Make Loving You Easy To Do"
The body was completely sans text,  just a file
Upon opening the attachment, this is what I found:


The file was named “ForeverNever” 

I smiled from my heart, and nearly choked on my panini 
Had no fucking idea when she took this photo of me and sincerely didn't care 
No amount of store bought gifts will ever equal the value of this 
I love my Sunseed and she loves me, and its purity is sort of A+mazing 
This love is defined by way of our creative reactions to and interactions with one another 
We two are the epitome of kindred cats and blessed are we to be friends. 


Until next time,

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